In the Heat of August
by Michael Doyle

Rising temperatures affect the mood
With noisy insects seeming to intrude
Some live to complain line after line
But I think instead, I'll make August mine

Even a poet or two finds it a poverty
That they cannot enjoy nature's tapestry
Preferring violets over fields of flowers
That could and should be explored for hours

Everyone has favorites, that's an always
But why not enjoy August's sunny days
The fruits are ripened enough to feast
Fireflies are in the evening woods to greet

The rise of the rarest sight of blue moon
Autumn is coming and will be here soon
Children swim in the pools and swimming holes
It seems August brings much good to our souls

There is magic in these summer months spent
And before we know it, it will have come and went
The long dusks of summer bring their dreams
Held safe in the embrace of silvery moonbeams

Maybe those who hate August fail to understand
That August is, indeed, summer's last stand
Helen Hunt Jackson may see August as her regret
In doing this, it seems there's a lot she forgets

(c) August 20, 2024   Michael Doyle
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